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The longest five seconds of my life were the ones that it took the Chancer to draw and aim. All I could see of him was the split-face mask that they all wore, a frown curving like x3 into a smile beneath his long flat, almost rectangular nose. The glass on his eyes looked faceted to me, like a spide...

Come back to the land of the living
It is so dark where you are, and
The drafts keep putting out the candles I light for you.
Come back, now, please
Go no further down that shadowy path
It is paved in the skulls of those who did not turn back.
Why don't you stop running?
Can't you feel the o...

Whirling flames spit like livid chameleons
Hunks of heat-baked earth tumble like leaden angels
From a velvet pincushion sky
But only for a dream
An anchor sinks like a cement breakfast
Through swirling currents of ink
Eye-faced fish watch dispassionately as it vanishes
Thudding softly into ...

Day is light, bright and fleeting
Ephemeral as the morning dew
And through all time immemorial
It is e’er speeding through
But no thing has not a shadow
Barring glass and air
And so, as for light
In place of shadow, night is there
Night, the time of fear and fright
Witness of dark thi...

A writer is a thief
He lays out his bait
In Helvetica and 12 point font
And arranges it in pretty patterns
And waits
And people come along
And stop to look, and leave
Their lives behind, for a bit
Their precious seconds, so finite
Slipping away into his steamer trunk
Their moments made his...

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